Drones of Dune - A Murder Drones X Dune crossover

The Road To Arrakis

(Uzi's Perspective.)

All I saw was black after N finished the blow on me, temporarily knocking my system out. Luckily, however, I booted up just in time as I was on a conveyor belt, leading to a grinder, for the metal to be repurposed into other things.
I make a small yelp in surprise and shock, trying to get up. Once I got my vision back, I realised that my legs were trapped in chunks of metal. As I neared the grinder, my mind raced to think of ways to free myself and see another. Then, like a light bulb has turned on in my mind, I got an idea.
Bingo.
I switch to my claws, throwing all the chunks of metal off my legs. When I got rid of the last one, I stood up and jumped off the conveyor belt, barely getting turned into scraps of metal covered in oil.

I look to my side and take a second to look at the view; it was rocky, black, and it was barely trying to cover the sky. I look to my other side and see a watchtower; it looked like one of those wooden log ones you'd see in national parks. I retract my claws and begin to climb up the tower. I stop when I hear something coming from the top, like a language of some sorts. I then hear walking, sounding like it's coming towards thr balcony. I ready my left claw, prepared to grab whoever it is.
Finally, after 10 seconds of hesitation, I close my eyes and leap upwards, shoving my claws into something.
I open my eyes to see a man with my claw embedded into his left lung; his skim colour was of a milky white, looking like he's of British descendance, with chocolatey brown hair, and lime-coloured eyes; he was also wearing a Sardaukar's uniform, with it's lightish grey uniform, with the symbol of House Corrino emblazoned on his chest. He was breathing heavily, presumably from the wound I inflicted upon him. I push him onto the floor, switching to my SMG and shooting him straight on the head, the contents of himself splattering the floor.
"Right. Now to get off this planet," I blurt out, looking into the room; there were some good bits of fancy tech, with binoculars near it. I grab the binoculars and look out into the terrains. I look north, south, and east, but when it come to the west, I found something:
A castle.
With a ship sitting on it's hangar.
Now that's my one-way ticket out of here.
I immediately materialise my wings, looking at them for a few seconds; they were fleshy, organic, and purple, with holes all over the flappy-things. I got it back at Copper 9, when I had this transformation breakdown thing, and murdered a whole bunch of campers, nearly killing V in the process, until N came to the rescue and comforted me, in the sky.
I sigh, looking up front of me, and then the castle, and then taking off. It was smooth-sailing, with the environment emitting a low gust of wind from who knows where. It look longer than for me to arrive at the hanger  landing behind of the cargo. I unsheath my wings, leaving only my body and tail. I take a little peek to see what's going on; I saw some men carrying some package with the words, "WARNING! LASGUNS IN PACKAGE! PLEASE HANDLE WITH CARE!"
I turn my head back into the crate, mind racing. Eventually, I thought of something:
Become the cargo.
I get down on my hands in a dog-like position, and crawled my way into thr ship like an animal. I got in undetected, and opened up one of the crates. I take a look inside, and see some Sardaukar armour. I immediately get inside, and close the lid, leaving me in the darkness with the only source of light being my neon purple eyes, glitching from the headbutt by N. I then began to think of the times I spent with N; the time I met him, us getting along, me developing feelings for me, get partially transformed into a disassembly drone, us becoming more than friends, and now... this. He decided to betray me like he was acting the whole "lovey-dovey yet stupid" personality, and didn't actually loved me. No, no, they most probably did that to them.
My thoughts where interrupted when I see that the crate opens. I gasp in surprise and leap out of the crate, kicking the person's face in the process. I look to my side to see that the door is still open, only with the other side replaced by a hangar, with a couple men approaching my with swords, looking like squire swords, only in a futuristic-like setting. I switch to my SMGS and fired at the 2 men at point-blank range, and decided to high-tail it out of here, running on out of the ship, and into the hangar. I crawled through the gaps in-between their legs. I retract my wings as I saw a vent, and rise up into it. I successfully get in, hearing much of the shouting of men. I withdraw my wings from me to make it easier to crawl through the vents, eventually exiting into the boiler room. As soon as I get into the room, I hear all the clattering of metals and the steam exiting out of the machines. I sigh, and lay down onto the floor, partially exhausted. I look over to my tail, which has parked near my thighs; it was fleshy and purple, much like my wings, and it even has a mouth, a tongue, and it's own set of eyes; it brings back memories of it, first having it back at Camp 98.7, the thingy chewing on N's hat without my knowledge, and discovering that it has it's own conciseness. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but I finally learned of it's conscious, after it began nudging my arm in comfort. I named it Khan, after my dad, continuing with a Jr at the end. Though I sometimes question it's gender.
"Ay, any ideas on what to do, now that N thinks we're dead?" I ask to Khan Jr. He can't speak directly, but we can use our conscious to talk to one another. Immediately, I get a response:
"Nope, nothing at all. But... how did N suddenly became so violent?"
(Also, yes, Khan Jr does have hearing, just so you know.)
"No idea, neither, Khan." I respond to Khan Jr, gently stroking it's head, causing it to purr. After a few minutes of stroking, I decide to call it for the night.
"Night, Khan Jr," I think to it, before entering sleep mode, letting myself dream of whatever I want.

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(Uzi's Perspective, again.)

I finally wake up from my little power nap, after a nightmare; I was a repeat of the fight with N back on the planet, only I was in my worker form. I tried to dodge his attacks, but the arena turned into the corpse spire where i first met him. N wasn't alone, it was V, saying stuff like, "you left me to die" and "you should've sacrificed yourself" even though she clearly sacrificed herself for the good of me, N, and Tessa. Now, enough of the dream, I look back at the vent, and climbed back into it, heading to the hangar. As I got there, I sneaked my way into the cargo ship, trying to draw as little attention as possible. I got there undetected, and hid behind some crates, resting. I tried to think of more positive thoughts, but it was a little hard being an angsty robot teen with a dad who loved doors more than his own daughter, like Frank Heffley to his Civil war battlefield set. I scrap the ideas of the whole think positive kink and just sit there, having a conversation with my sentient tail. Tine seemed to fly fast, as the door to the cargo ship opened again. I took advantage of it, retracting my wings, and flying out of the ship. I study the environment that bestows upon me; it was a desert, with almost no end in side, with something glistening inside the sand; there also was a pretty strong breeze. Nonetheless, I trudge on forth, hoping to find allies.